Schiaparelli Inferno Couture Poem

Hyper-realism exploration within a plane of limitation

Executed through hours with precise manipulation

Framed in surrealist fluctuations

The fear of art transmutes into a fear of doubt that looms within your soul

As we descend further into the dark wood we wonder if release can be found within these nine circles or are we to suffer forevermore

We seek out bravery from the Himalayas, the Sahara, the Black Forest

Avoiding the bitter sins of lust, pride and avarice

We look up at the Heavenly Bodies hidden behind their pearlescent gates

They reside inside with chests and toes painted gold and with masks made of bronze

While the onyx snake constricts my neck

I feel tethered to fulfill her expectations

To release we must risk it all and give in to divine creation

Only then can we rise out of the Inferno to reach Paradiso by following the cosmos

And we will remain there by unattaching from a fear that us creators hold so dear